nearly forgotten

this is a small book
but no small feet to fill it
something I haven't already
thought of it all by now
and the pen seems to move
on its own it knows where to go
sometimes just to see the words appear
and fill the empty space created
moving the pen through empty space
rightly occupying any empty space
available and surely pollute it
with some smoke won't dilute the truth
with a joke or take the mr. williams approach
its what I have been saying for years
they lie to us every nightly news episode
filled with words to bring fear
and sell war for profit
fear seems to work so well
powerful force holding back
a fractured majority when held together
could overpower the ruling minority elite
seems we all have been lulled into
a stasis that cripples and a daily grind
that really grinds we must remember
not to forget the language of the world
around us where we stand at any moment
there is always another way to look at things
there is always something new
try to understand and bring new thoughts into
sight we the sound of rain at the windows
finally sitting in the seat I want to be sitting
without changing direction
wouldn't have found my way home
we all should understand the power
we have to change everything
and re-learn the language of the world
we live with...